A white richman with a hundred rifles
Is nothing but a suspect
But a black father and his family
Are always better off dead

They say they were mistaken
But how many times?
Are you fucking kidding me?
You are shooting them from behind

So whose blood is that?
Whose blood is that?
Whose blood is that?

And while we burn
They feel the heat
You see, we've overcome
Their will to live

And while they burn
You feel nothing
So that your eyes
Remain the only green

You tell lies!
And they believe you
You cry!
Make sure they buy it too
So those who are lost
now believe they found God
And the rest of the world needs saving from above

But answer my question
Before the election
This crimson red
All over your hands
Forget the distraction
Yeah I've seen it
And I'll sing it
So everybody hears it

Whose blood is that?

Whose blood is that?
Whose blood is that?
Whose blood is that?